for Michelle * If you're going to marry someone, you'd better damned well be sure. That's what Geoff told himself as he fixed the... cravat, was it called? He could barely tie a Windsor knot without watching a step-by-step on YouTube. This thing was utterly beyond his comprehension. "Dude, let me take care of that for you." "No, I can do it. You just fo...
To J.J., who has stuck with me the longest * When we last left Jack, dutifully licking Elaine's slit under her skirt, he was beginning to panic because he realized that her thin-lipped vulva would limit the air intake for him, especially after the sadistic girl began releasing jets of pee into his mouth. "I know that it must be a bit close for you down t...
To J.J., who has stuck with me the longest Jack was dutifully licking Elaine's slit under her skirt and beginning to panic because he realized that her thin-lipped vulva would limit the air intake for him, especially after the sadistic girl began releasing jets of pee into his mouth. "I know that it must be a bit close for you down there," Elaine giggle...
Meena is a school teacher. She teaches English literature. In a girls' school. She is well thought of by her pupils and the school principal. After 12 years in the school, she'd become part of the structure of the place. She'd been there longer than the principal herself and is a source of advice and insider-information whenever it's needed. Her full name i...
Hi. This is my story. My name is Suzanne and I'm 37 years old. I live in Manchester in northern England. My first husband was a steady man but unexciting and once I left him for a fling with a more exciting man. But it didn't last and I went back to the marriage. Our marriage was our parents' idea and we were married at 20. He just wasn't an imaginative love...
The next few days and evenings were a whirl of feminine preparation for Josie. A new pair of shiny black shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels and new fully-fashioned stockings with beautiful seams. Trimming her pubic hair; waxing her legs and underarms at the salon; doing her hair differently; practice in applying new make-up; lacquering her finger and toe nails...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** There are no people in this story under the age of twenty. Some names are actual. Others fictitious. The setting takes place in the early 1950's in my hometown. My mother had recently passed away and her mother was still with us as father was her caregiver. Grandmother Agnes was...
She was standing where I'd placed her, in front of the long mirror on the wardrobe door. I stood behind her. Her eyes were cast down and the expression on her face was neither happy nor sad; neither worried nor expectant. Her lips were closed and relaxed. Her hands were down by her sides with her palms open against her thighs. I looked for a few moments into...
[Although based on an actual survey carried out in the 1990s by a friend of the author's, this account is brought up to date and fictionalised a little for our special interest and benefit.] * Suzanne Interviewed in Manchester 18 November 2006, Interviewer: Hi, thanks for meeting me. How did you first find out about our project? Suzanne: I found you...
We are very much in love, my wife Katherine and I. In fact, our love and affection are legendary among our families and friends. People will call out, "Here come the loving couple," as if we were the only such couple in the world! We talk a lot. Especially on one occasion 4 years ago. At the start, nothing special; just reminiscing about life and people and...